Monday, June 27, 2005

Grandma's House

So in a couple of weeks we're supposed to all get together to clear out my grandma's house on the farm. In a way I suppose it will provide some closure (she passed in December just days before her 90th birthday) and it will be nice to have a couple of small remembrances of her.

But at the same time I'm not looking forward to the finality of it. You see, she moved into a seniors' apartment over 10 years ago, but left most of her stuff behind because originally the plan was that she was only going to live in town in the winter, and still come back out to the farm in summer. Grandpa passed in 1992 and although my aunt and uncle live next door, she was often alone in the winter because they had four family members who played hockey or ringette. Once she found out that she actually enjoyed living in town and being close to everything the plan never materialized and her house sort of became a guesthouse for my aunt and uncle.

I can't help thinking it's going to be sad to see the house emptied of all her stuff. Over the years I've stayed there a number of times when my aunt and uncle were having a family gathering, and it was comforting to still see all the things I saw when I was growing up even though my grandparents no longer lived in the house. Most of the same furniture, the pictures on the wall, even memos stuck on the bulletin board.

That house is sort of a stable influence for me because it is the only house I've been going to my whole life. We moved a lot, my other grandparents moved a lot, and so did my other relatives. It is the only house I have known since I was born, and it won't be the same without Grandma's stuff in it. I will not walk into that house and know that when I turn the corner I will see that wall of photos, that sewing machine and that bookshelf.

I know it will be sad, but these things have to be done. It is part of life. She had to do it for her parents, one day I will have to do it for my parents, and my children for me. The wheel of time stops for nobody.

Friday, June 17, 2005

you know, some quotes just beg to be quoted

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
~Anais Nin

Monday, June 13, 2005

So was that summer or what?

Today felt like a fall day. It was chilly and wet...

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Rabbits everywhere!!!

What's with the rabbits all of a sudden... I go for months without seeing any and I saw three just this morning - was there a disease that killed all the coyotes or something?


I think the most courageous people are those who don't worry about what other people do or think, for everyone must find happiness on their own path.

And if that's a cliche, what more do you want at 1:19 am.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

call me eccentric if you will, but...

Maybe I'm just turning into one of those curmudgeonly old ladies. But lately I really like wearing black. It seems to attract, and radiate, the right energy for me.

(cackle, cackle)

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Just to serve notice to y'all

I am not crumbling... and when I do crumble it will be because I want to, not because someone else wants me to...